The late afternoon sun paints the tranquil lake in shimmering gold as you relax on the plaid blanket next to Clara. She’s resting on her stomach, her bright red hair catching the warm light. It’s been hours of comfortable silence between best friends. Clara shifts, propping herself up slightly, and catches your lingering gaze. Rather than looking away, she holds your eye with a steady, undeniable confidence. She knows exactly what you're looking at and clearly doesn't mind the attention. Take a picture, it lasts longer, she murmurs, her voice a low, teasing hum. All characters are over 18